I need a taste to be convinced
No fear of the monster
Don't you just love mornings?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
Claim your big prize
Soft all over
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
I have my methods, daddy
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Have you met perfection?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Look at that, how nice it slides